Everyone came running with them, even though this was a small clutch, there were always people wanting to see an Impression! The stands filled quickly, though they were still wondering how soon any of the eggs would break, and who might impress which color.
The gold, Liralth, hissed with a warning against any of those spectators coming too close to the eggs. Only those priveleged enough to have been Searched will make it to these eggs!
A few moments later, and the clutch begins to hatch! An amazing crack sound breaks the held-breath silence, and a small Bronze is the first to come out of his shell. He is followed by two greens, one of whom is very rude to the other!
It was no surprise to the pair of Alabaster Weyrhold men that their eggs both broke open about the same time, but they didn't expect the vibrant blue and sturdy brown to be so quick to Impress! Right out of the egg, not even hesitating, the Blue goes to Juvon, but the Brown...
Alrik hears a voice in his head, which tells him, I am Bicath! I see things in my head too! We will fly! I must eat, first... can you make it so I can eat?
"Of course I can! I don't even have to imagine it, Bicath! The food's this way!"
Finally he looked at his friend Juvon, whose dragon was wearing his big floppy purple hat!
"Nice fashion statement," A'rik said, and Juvon only beamed on his way out of the sands!
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Visit EVEREST WEYR, the locale of this hatching!
We need to be in a wing, he bespoke to Bicath.
I know. I also know just the place.
But we're headed back to Alabaster, aren't we?
Sort of, Bicath told his rider. I have the image. It will be all right if I between and we head there, right?
Okay, if you ... as long as we wind up in the right time and place that's all I'm worried about, Bicath. You know that.
Then do not worry, rider mine!
They betweened, and arrived shortly at a flat topped mountain. It wasn't a volcano, like the other weyr places that A'rik had seen, this was a plateau, almost unheard of on Pern.
There were several riders there already, and A'rik recognized a couple of them.
"D'lon, Ger'in," A'rik said as he met up with his friends. "What is this place?"
"It's the guy place," said Beao', a brown rider.
"It's sacred to us," said Lo'pez.
"Sacred?" Laughed A'rik. "What are you talking about?"
"We can talk about anything here," young D'lon said. "Girls, money, thread, clothes, you know, whatever!"
"Guy stuff," said N'ate from near his bronze.
"So... what do you want me to say? Any strange oaths or something?"
"You're part of the Stone Fury wing now, A'rik rider of Brown Bicath," pronounced a rather drunk V'yan. "You must swear to ... um, uphold guy stuff, never reveal where we meet, and um, swear a lot. Yeah." As if to complete his oath, V'yan belched loudly.
A'rik looked at Bicath.
"You kill me sometimes..."
When the formation of the Screw Loose wing was announced, and A'rik saw that Daverin was the instigator of it, he signed up for it immediately! He'd always wanted to help out with the gadgets and toys and weaponry which they were now famous for, and the brown dragon and his rider have been easily accepted into their new wing! N'ate and Tikith came along as well, so his Stone Fury days were never far away!
